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gmgb – no letting up pt 2 lyrics

[intro]
we back at this sh-t again man [huhh]
set sh-t f-cked yo gang, act up and get 2 shots at yo brain n-gga [huh]
like doe said if you talking crazy, we gon’ what em’ up
but this the second part of no lettin up
[b-tch]

[verse 1]
i put the set on my shoulders n-gga
disrespect then we blowing n-gga
we hop out and we rolling n-gga
one up ?????????
i put the pole up to your nose lil n-gga
best better keep it closer n-gga
cause you dont want them roses n-gga
at your funeral, when you walk up at the dome lil n-gga
get money, get bigger
had the p-ssy n-gga dancing when i squeeze the head trigger
ya ain’t getting to the figures
get off your -ss and get some cash and maybe it’ll fix ya
steady living disfigure
send him to the m-ss and take his mans with em
if they was really bros, he wouldn’t ran on ’em, but he woulda ran wit ’em, now that n-gga layin wit ’em [huh]
i be on the block everyday, every night of the week
we dont hop out cause them n-ggas too fast on they feet
i ain’t gotta talk to ’em, i get money d-mn this elite
ain’t no tellin how much money we done made
how many cases we done beat, if n-ggas wanna play we still giving chopper spree

[verse 2]
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr [huh]
doe, doe, doe, lets get it!
imma trappin fanatic, that sh-t automatic so i cannot turn it on and off
b-tches all on my d-ck when she hop on my d-ck i’m like why you keep hoppin on and off
ya b-tch all on my d-ck, she be doing the most i tell that lil b-tch she so extra
and my gun up on me, bet not run up on me, n-ggas they wanna fight they some wrestlers
and you know 30k got the mop, sacked up yeah i got them knots
act up get yo body in a box, doe the demon you know how i rock
i be coming through 50’s, yo b-tch wanna l1ck me cause she know that i got the guap
and these n-ggas they iffy, cause im with ma city but how many f-cks do i got? (but how many f-cks do i got)
[not 1 b-tch]
[dumb b-tch]
[no lettin’ up]

[verse 3]
n-ggas hatin like i ain’t grind for this sh-t
wartime put my life on the line for ’em b-tch
and i’m chasing this money, that’s all that i do so i don’t got no time for no b-tch
and i’m flippin the packs, yeah i keep me a sack but i won’t give a dime to no b-tch
and i’m gmgb to the death of me, let it be known that im dying for this sh-t
and i’m coming through 50’s while sitting in traffic, but don’t hit my line for no bricks
trynna play you get line with this clip, call wap when he firing his sh-t
then i reload and explode, then hop out like n-gga you dying for this sh-t
i been doing my thang, she like daydoe come over you never spend time wit a b-tch
b-tch im up in the kitchen, you know that i’m whipping
i think they done firing some sh-t

[verse 4]
call doe, he be ready every time i do
i really love this street sh-t this ain’t for the booth
n-ggas claim they demons, lemme see the proof
they say they on they way but where they going to
ya b-tch all on my d-ck, she be doing the most i tell that lil b-tch she so extra
and my gun up on me, bet not run up on me, n-ggas they wanna fight they some wrestlers

- gmgb lyrics

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